The Illusion or disillution of perfection
Last night was the local art club Christmas function.
Everyone attending had to bring a piece of art to be entered into the annual Christmas exhibition.
We all were asked to judge our favourite.
The winner- number 12.
Number 12! Looking form a distance it was amazing. The way the light played over the water, the perfect reflection of city signs and lights...
Some took a closer look. Right close up and spotted the flaws...
I could not help but wonder. So often people look at each other from "a far", they like what they see, it may even reflect themselves. What happens when they take a closer look? Do they then see our flaws? Will we still be their Christmas number one?
Is this the difference between a critic and a friend?
My personal choice was the runner up. The trees reflecting in the stream. For in the running water, the reflection was neither perfect nor flawed. It just was.....a reflection.
Everyone attending had to bring a piece of art to be entered into the annual Christmas exhibition.
We all were asked to judge our favourite.
The winner- number 12.
Number 12! Looking form a distance it was amazing. The way the light played over the water, the perfect reflection of city signs and lights...
Some took a closer look. Right close up and spotted the flaws...
I could not help but wonder. So often people look at each other from "a far", they like what they see, it may even reflect themselves. What happens when they take a closer look? Do they then see our flaws? Will we still be their Christmas number one?
Is this the difference between a critic and a friend?
My personal choice was the runner up. The trees reflecting in the stream. For in the running water, the reflection was neither perfect nor flawed. It just was.....a reflection.
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